I wore Sierra in a sling all.the.time. I remember one bitter cold day in January (she'd have been about 5 months old) our dog, Grizzly, "escaped" for a play day of his own (for the millionth time, and, as always, on a day that Jeremy was at work). I bundled little Sierra up, plopped her in the sling, and away we went chasing after that silly dog!
Makenna didn't love the sling, and I didn't push it; she seemed happier in the front carrier. Overall I didn't wear her as much, as she's always been the type to like her own space.
Then came little Kam. I was in the hospital for two weeks before delivering our tiniest miracle. I was induced 5 weeks early, and we were all unsure of her future. But the Lord truly blessed us the day she was born. I didn't want to put her down for even a minute. Sitting on the couch all day cuddling Kameryn wasn't an option ~ I have two other children and a husband to take care of. Once again the sling came to my rescue.
Kam doesn't descriminate ~ she loves the sling AND the Baby Bjorn. As long as we're together, she's happy. I wear her while the girls and I dance, I wear her when I clean house, I wear her when we shop, and even when I'm preparing dinner (Preparing, people, I do NOT wear her while cooking over the stove, please don't send hate mail ).
The downside to baby-wearing . . . I am now a little preoccupied with all of the beautiful slings and carriers out there. And I want them, I want them all.